I’ve always loved gardening,

  So quiet, so soothing

  There’s nothing I’d rather be choosing.

  Yet this sunflower I planted 

  This flower  so gentle,

  Its soft petals a mural

  I water it, I sing to it

  Doing all it asks

  But still… the flower unmasks.

  Opening its mouth, eating flies 

  Acting hateful and showing the sunflower was a disguise.

  Its odor reeks of lies.

  Never thinking the soil would die

  I try so hard to buy some time.

  But the soil…

  Its color fades, sinking rocks.

  The flower no longer full of life, 

  leaves me no second thoughts.

  My effort, my perseverance 

  I stood no chance,

  to this flower, I once sought,

  never thinking it would rot.

  I’m loving, I’m caring, and did everything I could.

  It was merely doomed from the start.

  It seems the “sunflower”,

  Had no heart.